I feel as lonely as a little, fragile soap bubble
that got blown into the wind
on its own.
Like a bubble being carried away,
by a soft breeze.
A soft breeze
of self-hatred,
of self-loathe,
of loneliness that never goes away.
Like a bubble with no other companions,
but itself,
and a nagging feeling of being unworthy,
unimportant.
Like a bubble trying to hold itself up, trying to move up and far,
away for the ground.
But I know...
I know that no matter how hard I'll try,
it will be to no avail.
I'll softly and slowly descend,
till I reach the concrete,
and
burst
into a million
tiny
droplets.
_________________
With love,
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Drowning Stars | Poetry
Poetry"Because tell me, my dear.. How can you ever save a drowning star?" My deepest thoughts and secrets. Enjoy. - •Overall winner of The Cats Awards; 10/08/18 •Winner and Best Plot in Poetry of The Net Monthly Awards; 6/10/18 •3rd place in Poetry of The...
